Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 575.

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Whistling Doorbells
(aka Bike)
Part 575
by Angharad
       
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By the time I got back to bed, Simon was fast asleep, snoring away to himself and lying on his back. I put my cold feet on his legs and he automatically pulled away, turned on his side and fell out of bed.

I had a nanosecond to decide either I should show I was wide awake and help him back into bed or pretend I was asleep. I chose the latter, although, the urge to laugh was difficult to suppress.

“Cathy,” said a sleepy voice. I ignored it. “Cathy,” it said a little more insistently.

“Hmm,” I grunted feigning sleep, “What?” I slurred.

“I’ve fallen out of bed,” said a rather pitiful voice.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” I said, still pretending I was asleep.

“Cathy,” said a now pathetic voice.

“What?” I said sitting up and pretending to be annoyed at being woken.

“I’ve fallen out of bed.”

“Well get back in again,” I yawned at him.

“I can’t,” he whined back at me.

“Why not?”

“I think I’ve hurt myself, I can’t move my legs.”

'Oh shit, this is no longer funny.' I virtually flew out of bed, and round to his side. He was all tangled up in the duvet, which somehow had got twisted around him. Each time I tried to free him he retangled it.

“For God’s sake, Simon, keep bloody still.” He whinged some more but held his legs motionless. I finally managed to free them and he was able to roll free and get up. “How do they feel now?”

“Fine, I guess I just panicked when I woke up and found my legs stuck.”

“You’re worse than the girls, oh and I think you ought to be wearing something on your bottom half if the girls come visiting in the morning.”

“What?”

“If Trish and Mima come into bed with us, they may be a bit surprised or shocked to see your, um, dangly bits.”

“Why? They’re in perfect working order, and you always seem pleased to see them.”

“I’m twenty three. Trish is coming up five. Put something on or I won’t let her come into bed with us.”

“Bloody nag, that’s what you are, a nag bag.”

“Next time you fall out of bed, you can sort yourself out.” I huffed and puffed and got back in. I could hear him rifling through his underwear drawer. He was sighing and swearing rather a lot. Then he went to the loo. It must have been after one, when he got back into bed. This time I was nearly asleep. I smirked and drifted off.

The court was in session and I was in the dock. I was handcuffed to two women prison warders and the public gallery I could sense, was hostile. The prosecuting counsel, a large male barrister, was talking aggressively to me, interrogating me.

“So Miss Watts, you were the only adult in the house?”

“Yes.”

“And you told Jemima to go up and bathe and get out from under your feet, did you?”

“No.”

“So you didn’t tell her to go and bathe?”

“No.”

“So what did you tell her?”

“To go and bathe her dolls in the washbasin.”

“So why was she found in the bath?”

“I don’t know.”

“I suggest she got under your feet and you pushed her in the bath and held her under the water until she was dead.”

“No–she’s not dead,” I screamed and tears streamed down my face.”

“Cathy, wake up, you’re having a bad dream.” I heard Simon calling in the distance and a hand shook me. I thought it must be one of the warders and pulled against it.

“I didn’t kill her,” I shrieked, and pulled away from the hands that were trying to grab me. Suddenly I was falling, then I felt a hard bump. I opened my eyes and I was lying on my back on the bedroom floor. Moments later a light was switched on and Simon peered over the edge of the bed.

“You all right?” he asked. What a stupid question.

I was sobbing.

“Are you hurt?”

I shook my head ‘no’ and the head disappeared. I lay there crying and wondering what was going on.

“Who didn’t you kill?” asked Simon.

“What?”

“You screamed out, ‘I didn’t kill her’, so what was all that about?”

“I’m not sure, I think I was being tried for murdering Mima.”

“She’s not that bad is she?”

“No, not at all. She was found drowned in the bath.”

“Oh hell, how awful. Want me to take the plugs off the chain?”

“Yes please.”

“Come on, get back into bed.”

I did as he told me, and he cuddled into the back of me. I was still feeling upset by the dream and I also felt cold. The warmth from Simon and his reassuring coos, enabled me to feel safe enough to go back to sleep.

Two giant bed bugs got into the bed just as the sky was getting light. One crawled in between me and the edge of the bed, a larger one clambered over me and got in between Simon and me. Its feet were cold and at one point pressed on my bottom, causing me to jump involuntarily and nearly knock the smaller one out of bed. I grabbed her and she cuddled into me.

As Trish settled down, I suddenly thought I ought to see her shrink sometime and discuss what I was doing. I’d call Norma later and see who I needed to consult about her going to school as a girl. I felt envious in some ways, and worried in others. Was I doing the right thing? Should I have challenged her to be more boyish? I hoped not, she was far too feminine to be a boy and apart from that one episode when the toboggan crashed, I’d never seen any boy in her.

I lay there unable to go back to sleep. “Si, fancy a cuppa?”

“Uh? Oh yeah, okay.”

“Right, you two sleep destroyers, I am going down to make some tea, I am not running away, okay?”

“Pity,” mumbled Simon.

“What did you say, Simon Cameron?”

“Uh, what, I don’t know do I? I was asleep until you started shouting like a fishwife.”

“What?” I shrieked, which probably shattered windows a mile away, and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

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That Was Scary!

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The situation with the bathtub is really getting to Cathy. I hope she doesn't start doubting herself and her abilities as a parent. Her reaction to what Simon muttered, shows that she is desperately in need of a break. I hope she thinks seriously about getting away for a few days at her childhood home. She has been meaning to check on things there anyway.

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Cathy Is More Girl

Than she believes. Is she still taking the pill? If not and still having mood swings, she is producing her own hormones.
May Your Light Forever Shine

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

hormones

yes most post op will produce hormones, but we ALL generally are stuck for life in taking our little pills,shot,or patches.

from personal experience of 5 yrs post op, I've had my hormones adjusted least 4 times since post-op.

I've made a couple of comments 1-2 yrs after most of the comments posted , that i thought Cathy should of been doing the same or least her exams should of been done. it's essential too. Myself I cant get around real regular checkups as i have thyroid problems & blood testing on a regular basis is totally necessary

frightening chapter

And with Cathy's concerns about Trish I can imagine what the next nightmare will be about. Wish Simon would be a little more consistent.

Wonder when Stella will be coming home? Assume she will be ready to leave the hospital before the baby is. VERY worried about Stella.

It is when you have small

It is when you have small children and DON'T hear anything that you need to worry. Many times, you can bet on it that small children, especially siblings, will "stand watch" for each other as they do something they know that they are not to do. Words that a parent does not want to hear uttered is "Uh Oh"; cause you just know that you don't want to know. J-Lynn

Yes, "You just know that you don't want to know"

BUT, you'd better find out, anyway.

It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,
David Weber – In Fury Born

Holly

It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.

Holly

Life picks the strangest things...

to build nightmares on...

Having been on the receiving end of ice cubes masquerading as feet, Simon's jump is NOT surprising. It's MUCH nicer to warn the recipient. And, pretending to be asleep? *sighs* I can just imagine Simon's dream... He was peacefully sitting on a warm beach. Then suddenly he's shot through (the ice coldefeet), he wakes up, remembering he was shot, and when he can't move his legs, believes he's paralyzed. Panic indeed.

Then, Cathy - she's been in court recently (and stressed over that) and she feels guilty for not adequately supervising Mima... No surprise at her dream. Nice she's realizing she might need a wee bit of help coping.

It'll be interesting seeing where things go.

Annette

This

This is why it is nice to have someone to share with. Viewed objectively, it is sill, but the terror is real. Simon knew that, and is able to comfort Cathy when she really needs it.

Crap ! now it's a whistling sound !

Can you imagine if DSS saw Simon in bed with the 3 girls and no pants on ?? Can you say class 3 sex offender.
If I had a duvet, mayhaps I would get tangled in it.
Yelling like a fish wife ? we've got a few here too, use 'em when the fog horns fail. or is that fogg ? I'm a sick senior sitison.

Cefin